The light inside your eyes

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"Twilight, you have to stop! This madness of yours cannot keep going!" Desperately waving his clawed hands around, Spike picked up the broken pieces off the ground.

"I can't do this, Spike! Stop telling me what I already know." Throwing her head back, she downed another shot of absinth. The sickeningly sweet taste of licorice remained on her tongue, making her shove her hoof into the nearest chip bag and gulp down some raw saltiness.

He turned around, and let out a long sigh before returning to the kitchen bin. Throwing away the shattered glass, a hiss passed through his lips. Droplets of shining royal blue blood dripped slowly down his claws. He closed his eyes, and felt as the spicy warmth from his own dragon blood trailed down. With this, he remembered the days when Twilight would sit up this late and read science or romance books instead of drowning herself in raw alcohol.

He got up, a longing pang dragging him up on his feet. Just a few hours earlier, Twilight got home, a depressing look in her eye. Her eyebags looked heavier, and the sound of her hooves dragging sounding like chalk roughly dragged on a chalkboard. It didn't take long before her the first bottle of vodka hit her lips, and soon after the second, and the remains of another night.
In her dizziness, she tried making her way downtown, walking fast, facing her past, but she only faced a wall, her glass slipping and shattering on the floor.

Making his way back to the table, his eyes widened. He gasped, eyes franatically searching for the pruple alicorn. Twilight was nowhere in sight, and the bottle of absinth was also gone, only a small green circle showing that something was there.

"Twilight?" He asked, tip-toeing around the shattered glass remains. Reaching the main door, he eased his way into the abyssal darkness from outside. He could hear the distant shrieks of those hateful ice mages and the echoing, soul piercing giggle from the wind god. Ehe....

The smell of alcohol changed its licorice tinge, to one of a sweet, slightly sour one, similar to a bottle of red wine. Dark stormy clouds gathered up above, and the winds picked up speed woth every breath he took. No sign of Twilight, but the weather was surely getting worse.

He made his way down the hallway to her room, where he found all her windows open, and her secret door hanging open as well. His throat clenched, sensing the nearing danger. Something was clearly not right.

He entered the secret room where Twilight hid her laboratory, and a glint caught his eye. Rushing down a pair of stairs, he ran towards the place where Twilight sat hunched on the ground.

"Twilight! STOP!" Gripping her shoulder, he spun her around only to see a silver spoon drop from her fingers. "Twilight..."

With saliva dripping from her mouth, Spike felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. Her Mini-fridge was wide open, and the ice cream was sloshing around in its little container. On the ground, next to her, were a couple of RedPull cans, the smell of energy drink mixing with the putrid smell of depression.

"I can't believe you'd do this." He bent down, trying to pick up the cans. "I understand your problem with alcohol, but to treat chocolate icecream and RedPull energy drinks like this is a clear sign that you need help." He placed the intact cans in the fridge, while throwing away the spilling ones. Taking the depressing box of icecream, he threw it away fast enough to not get any ice cream on his claws.

"You need to shower, and go to bed. We'll talk in the morning."

"...morning...." Twilight mumbled, her spoon dropping on the ground.

"What did you say?" Spike stopped mid-walk, turning around to hear her drunk words better.

"I said what I said."

"No, you mumbled them."

"I SAID, you'll see who'll be needing a shower in the morning."

Dumbfounded, Spike sat there for a few moments, trying to make sense of what she was saying, but decided against reasoning with her. She was too drunk to understand words.

"Just go to bed. We need to talk."